Tainted Love
Title: Tainted Love
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: R-21
Word count: 3,051
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys, however much I wish I do.
Summary: Yesung and Ryeowook are deeply in love with each other. But who says love can’t be twisted?
WARNINGS: Pure gratuitous porn. There’s abuse, violence, some (light) bondage, warped psychological issues, dubious consent. Please do not read if you are against any or all of these.
A/N: Despite my warning above, I think I could have made it more intense and more insane. I was actually stuck on this for two months before I finished this, and it was done hurriedly and really isn’t great. I blow at writing angst, and I suck at writing anything remotely abusive, and I'm terrible at dealing with blood and gore in any form, and for this reason somewhere halfway through this became somewhat fluffy, and, uh, I die in embarrassment. It is basically fail all the way around.
Also I am not sure if I will post this onmiracle______, because of the issues mentioned in it. I might in the future though, if my flist don't seem too freaked by the fail. Crossposted atsmuju_k only.
Title is taken from Depeche Mode's Tainted Love, which I happen to actually like a lot (more than the Marilyn Manson version).
chibi_roses, I hope you like this... at least a little.
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A couple of months into their relationship, Ryeowook realizes that Yesung is irrationally jealous and possessive.
When it happens the first time, Ryeowook thinks Yesung may be slightly insane, and he gets kind of scared. The second time, Ryeowook finds that maybe, just maybe, he likes it when Yesung gets jealous. The third time, Ryeowook realizes that Yesung’s possessiveness is just another way of showing how much he loves him.
Ryeowook loves Yesung, he really does. And it makes him feel good to see how much Yesung loves him too, when he looks at his naked body in front of the full length mirror in their bedroom and sees the bruises, black layered over purple layered over yellows and greens of old fading ones layered over pale skin.
Sometimes, when the bruises start fading, Ryeowook presses his own fingers into them, nails scraping across the skin and drawing fresh blood, to make them appear again, because he likes to be reminded of how it felt when Yesung was leaving those marks on him, and he likes to look at them and remember how much he is loved.
And maybe, just maybe, Ryeowook deliberately provokes Yesung sometimes, but that’s something no one needs to know. It’s enough that Ryeowook knows it, and Ryeowook does it, and when Yesung is padding towards him with that dark hazy look in his eyes that sends ripples of anticipation through him, that’s when he fully feels the love they have for each other.
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The moment they step into the bedroom and Ryeowook closes the door behind them, Yesung doesn’t hesitate. Ryeowook has barely turned the lock when Yesung grasps his shoulders roughly, spins him around, and slams him so hard into the door the sound echoes throughout their apartment and the breath is knocked completely out of him. Ryeowook looks up at Yesung, eyes wide with pain and confusion, and the next moment a loud knocking is heard on the other side of the door.
“Is everything ok? Yesung-hyung? Ryeowook?” Donghae’s voice calls from the other side of the door, and Yesung clamps a hand over Ryeowook’s mouth to prevent him saying anything.
“We’re fine, Donghae,” he calls out, his hand tightening unconsciously over the other man’s mouth as he pictures Donghae’s handsome face just outside. He sees Ryeowook flinch in pain but he doesn’t let up at all, simply gripping both of his thin wrists in his free hand and pinning them in front of him. “Ryeowook dropped something, that’s all.”
“Oh…” Donghae says, sounding unsure. “Do you guys need help?”
“No,” Yesung almost snarls; every second that Donghae stands there, his fingers dig in deeper into Ryeowook’s face and arms, the anger coursing through his veins like liquid fire. He wants to hurt Donghae so bad, to lash out at him, to make him beg and plead for mercy.
No one touches his Ryeowook unless he says so.
“Ok, Yesung-hyung. Tell me if you need anything,” Donghae’s uncertain reply comes, and Yesung hears the sound of his slippered feet walk away.
He wants to hurt Donghae so badly, but he knows he can’t, and despite the red mist of anger clogging his brain he knows in some detached part of his mind that it isn’t Donghae’s fault. Donghae is like that to everyone. Donghae touches everyone, and is excessively affectionate, and hugs and kisses and feels up every single one of them at some point or another each day.
It’s Ryeowook’s fault for encouraging it.
Ryeowook is now twisting and struggling under his hold, making small pleading noises that escape from under Yesung’s hand, and Yesung slams his body into Ryeowook’s so that he thumps against the door again.
“Shut the fuck up,” he hisses. “Not a sound, Ryeowook.”
Ryeowook stops struggling at the look in Yesung’s eyes, all fire and fury, and allows himself to go limp in the older man’s grip. Yesung lets go of him once he stops struggling. He doesn’t need to look down to see the bruises already forming on the skin of Ryeowook’s wrists. He isn’t quite finished yet, anyway. He draws back his arm and slaps Ryeowook’s face.
“That’s for letting Donghae touch you,” he tells him coldly.
He raises his hand again and slaps Ryeowook a second time. Ryeowook’s cheek is blooming red now, stark against the rest of his pale skin, but he still doesn’t move or make a sound.
“That’s for touching Donghae,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.
He slaps Ryeowook for a third time, so hard this time that Ryeowook, who has been silent all this while, lets out a sob.
“That’s for being a whore, Kim Ryeowook,” Yesung says, his face hard and cold.
Ryeowook is crying now, clear tears trickling down his beautifully delicate face, one cheek burning a flaming red. Yesung reaches out, his hands suddenly gentle as he strokes the pained skin, and wipes the tears away with his thumbs. His hands flutter downwards, running lightly across Ryeowook’s fragile throat and drifting to his collarbones, feeling the small bones underneath the tightly stretched skin.
Somehow the delicacy of the smaller man enrages Yesung even more, and he grabs the collar of Ryeowook’s shirt, all gentleness gone, pulling him away from the door and flinging him on to the bed. Before Ryeowook can react Yesung climbs swiftly on top of him and straddles him, pinning his arms on either side of his head and gripping his hips in between his thighs.
“You’re mine, Ryeowook,” Yesung says firmly. “You belong only to me.”
Ryeowook doesn’t reply, just looks up at him with those big eyes swimming in tears, and Yesung restrains the urge to hit him again.
“Don’t act so fucking innocent,” he growls, and then he’s crushing his lips against Ryeowook’s, biting at his soft lower lip hard enough to draw blood, and Ryeowook lets out a whimper as Yesung laps at the blood oozing from the bite.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?” Yesung demands against Ryeowook’s lips.
“Yes,” comes the barely audible reply.
Yesung smiles as he moves down to Ryeowook’s soft throat, nipping at it unrestrainedly, sucking at the flesh and then soothing it with his tongue when he sees the first tinge of purple appear on the creamy skin.
He tugs at Ryeowook’s tie, sliding it off when it comes loose, and then almost tears the buttons of Ryeowook’s shirt off in his haste to remove it.
“I’m the only one who can touch you like this, right?” Yesung says harshly, his hands rubbing over Ryeowook’s chest, fingers pinching the nipples hard enough for Ryeowook to arch his back and gasp in pain. When Ryeowook grasps his wrists, looking at him with pleading eyes, Yesung twists out of his grip and grabs his forearms in turn, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh, and Ryeowook winces.
“I didn’t say you could move,” Yesung snarls, grabbing the discarded tie and pulling Ryeowook’s arms above his head, tying his wrists together to a bedpost.
“Now,” Yesung says softly, looking down at the younger man, “I’m going to make you really remember just who you belong to.”
Ryeowook watches passively as Yesung pulls off his belt, followed by his pants and boxers, then divests himself of his own clothing. Yesung stares at him for a while, eyes gliding from Ryeowook’s flushed, tear-stained face, down to his slim hips and crotch, and over his thighs, and Ryeowook can hear his breathing get heavier.
“Hyung, I didn’t - “ Ryeowook ventures, but suddenly Yesung is there, on top of him, his face so close to his that Ryeowook’s words catch in his throat.
“Don’t fucking tell me what you did or didn’t do, I know what I saw,” Yesung hisses, before crushing his lips down on Ryeowook’s.
It’s painful and bruising, and Yesung bites down on him again at the exact spot that was bleeding earlier and he chokes back a cry of pain, but Yesung’s tongue is in his mouth and he can’t help but curl his own tongue around it, hearing Yesung’s ragged gasp at the contact, and before he knows it he’s kissing back just as hard, just as brutally, and he’s growing harder against Yesung by the minute.
Yesung pulls away abruptly, breaking the strand of saliva that comes away with him, and he looks down at Ryeowook’s naked body and smirks.
“Why, I never thought you would be such a slut, Ryeowookie,” he says smilingly, but the smile doesn’t touch his eyes at all, and a shiver runs down Ryeowook’s spine at the look in his lover’s eyes.
“Jongwoon, I swear it was just - “ and Ryeowook cuts off with a choked cry as Yesung’s hand finds his cock and grips it hard, and the pain shoots through Ryeowook.
“I told you, I don’t want to hear your excuses. And I don’t even want to hear anything coming out of you. Understand? Not… one… sound.” As Yesung speaks his hand twists on Ryeowook even harder, and Ryeowook almost screams but he doesn’t. He won’t make a sound if Yesung tells him not to, and Yesung knows it.
“Good boy,” Yesung breathes, and he leans forward to capture Ryeowook’s lips in a harsh kiss again before moving to his neck and collarbones and shoulders, leaving angry purple marks everywhere he goes, marking Ryeowook clearly as his.
“You’re mine, mine, mine…” Yesung mumbles against Ryeowook with every bite he leaves on the pale skin, and Ryeowook wishes he could tell Yesung I’m all yours, I love you, but he’s not allowed to talk so all he does is arch his back and push himself more towards Yesung no matter how much it hurts.
When Yesung finally takes him in his mouth, teeth scraping along his length none too gently, Ryeowook lets out a whimper and then bites down on his own tongue to keep the sound from coming out, but too late; Yesung has heard it and without warning a hand lands sharply on his buttocks and Ryeowook can almost feel the skin there turn red with the pain.
“Didn’t I say no sound?” Yesung growls around his hardness and Ryeowook shudders at the vibrations, but makes sure he makes no noise.
Yesung runs a hand over the flesh he hit, stroking it lovingly and carefully, and the stinging heat has almost dissipated when Yesung spanks him again and Ryeowook jerks upwards, biting his tongue so hard he’s sure he can taste blood.
Yesung pulls away from him and he almost screams with the need for his mouth back on him but then Yesung lifts his legs and throws them over his shoulders, and Ryeowook grits his teeth because he knows what’s going to come next. The next moment Yesung’s fingers have worked their way into Ryeowook, stretching mercilessly, and even as Ryeowook tears up at the intrusion he automatically grinds back against those fingers, and Yesung laughs.
“Fuck, you’re such a slut,” he says breathlessly, fingers working in deeper. “I didn’t even bother lubing up my fingers and here you are taking it… I bet you didn’t even need me to prepare you, did you?”
Ryeowook squeezes his eyes close and bites the inside of his cheeks as he feels Yesung’s fingertips graze that spot inside of him, and he pushes himself harder against the other man, which only makes Yesung laugh harder.
“And you like it. Fuck me, but you love it. It isn’t surprising, is it, you’re probably used to this by now, you probably do it so often behind my back you don’t need prep anymore. “
Ryeowook shakes his head as his hips roll automatically, bringing Yesung’s fingers deeper into him. I love you, Jongwoon, it’s only for you, he thinks, but of course he can’t say it.
“What do you do to get this way, Ryeowookie? Do you let Donghae fuck you backstage before performances? Or do you let Sungmin bend you over a table and fuck you too? Or Henry? You probably ride Henry like the desperate slut you are. Maybe it’s Siwon, you probably like him to do it to you hard and fast, right?”
Ryeowook shakes his head from side to side, almost exploding as Yesung’s fingers flick constantly against his prostate, but inside his mind he’s screaming No, Jongwoon, no, it’s all you, only you.
“You’re mine, Ryeowook,” Yesung says as he pulls his fingers out, and Ryeowook opens his eyes and stares back at him, trying to pour all the emotion he feels into his eyes. I love you, Jongwoon, and I belong to you, no one else.
Yesung looks down at Ryeowook’s wide brown eyes and his gaze darkens before he pushes himself into Ryeowook in one stroke, gripping on to the slim hips tight enough to bruise, and Ryeowook arches his back in a silent scream but Yesung doesn’t give him any time to adjust before moving relentlessly in and out of him, and the pain of being stretched so mercilessly is tearing through Ryeowook so hard that he has to turn his head and sink his teeth into his upper arm, stretched next to his head and above him, and Yesung only laughs again.
“I love you, Ryeowook, I love you so much,” Yesung says through the laughter in a strangely shaky voice, and when Ryeowook can bring himself to open his eyes again he sees Yesung with tears running down his face, and the sight breaks his heart. I love you too, I love you, he thinks, even as Yesung pounds into him and he literally feels himself being ripped apart and his thighs are getting numb from being held in the older man’s vice-like grip. But then Yesung turns his head and begins kissing the inside of his thighs, sweet slow kisses.
“Why do you do this to me, Ryeowook? You drive me crazy…” Yesung cries into his skin, and Ryeowook pulls at the tie restraining him because all he wants to do now is fling his arms around Jongwoon and tell him he loves him, but his wrists are already chafed raw from all his wriggling and struggling earlier, and as Yesung slams in and out of him his wrists rub against the his restraints even more but by now Ryeowook finds he doesn’t really care anymore. His entire body is one twanging bow of pain stretched tightly, but pleasure is ghosting along his synapses and nerves and he doesn’t know exactly which parts hurt and which parts feel good.
The sensations are overwhelming his small body, all the pain, all the pleasure, when Yesung abruptly pulls out of him completely and throws him back down to the bed. He crawls over him by now and positions himself just above Ryeowook’s hardness, his eyes hard and glittering, and Ryeowook hardly has time to breathe when Yesung sits down on him, taking him slowly inch by inch, and obviously he hasn’t prepared himself either and Ryeowook’s eyes fly wide open in panic as he tries to wriggle backwards and away from Yesung because he doesn’t want to hurt him, but Yesung slaps him across the face again.
“Don’t move,” he orders, and Ryeowook stops immediately.
There’s a moment of utter stillness when he’s finally all the way in, and there’s only the sounds of their mingled heavy breathing. Yesung is deliciously tight, and he feels so hot Ryeowook thinks he’s burning up, but then Yesung rises up slowly on his knees and Ryeowook has to bite himself to keep from screaming out because shit, the feel of Yesung around him is making him want to come right now, even as the burn of the friction is making him clench his fists so tightly his fingernails cut into his palms.
“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” Yesung gasps above him, looking at his face. He always knows exactly what goes on in Ryeowook’s head.
Ryeowook only nods and Yesung shuts his eyes and leans back slightly, placing his palms on Ryeowook’s thighs as he begins rocking back and forth, moving up and down, and Ryeowook desperately focuses his mind on the pain of his nails in his palms, the pain of Yesung’s grip on his thighs. Anything to take his mind off the feeling of tight, rough heat around his cock as Yesung fucks himself on him, but the pain only serves to concentrate the sensations of pleasure, every nerve in his body burning and all his senses heightened, and Ryeowook doesn’t know how long more he can hold out, he needs to come now -
And then Yesung reaches over and pulls at the tie restraining him, the knot coming loose surprisingly smoothly, and Ryeowook flings his aching arms around Yesung and comes as he drags his nails down Yesung’s back, leaving crisscrossed trails of red, biting down on Yesung’s shoulder to stop himself making any noise, as he hears Yesung’s own ragged gasp above him and feels hot sticky fluid splash on to his abdomen.
Afterwards, Yesung apologises. He’s almost crying as he brings Ryeowook’s torn wrists to his lips and kisses the marks on them, saying how sorry he is and how he never meant to hurt Ryeowook and how he will never do it again, he promises.
Ryeowook just smiles and curls up into Yesung’s arms, listening as the other man drifts off to sleep mumbling I love you, you belong to me into his hair. It's a soothing lullaby he can’t live without anymore.
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The next week, Ryeowook hugs Sungmin from behind and runs his hands across Sungmin’s stomach, laughing and talking and holding him for an inappropriately long period of time, and he makes sure Yesung sees it.
The week after that, Siwon pats his butt, and Ryeowook laughs delightedly at the pat, but even more at the look that flashes in Yesung’s eyes as he sees it.
Each time, Yesung always says he’s sorry, that he will never do it again, but Ryeowook knows better - he will always keep on doing it, and as he looks down at his body, mottled with the marks of bites and bruises and cuts, he smiles in satisfaction, drumming fingers none too gently over them, reminding himself of the pain and the pleasure.
And of course, the love.
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: R-21
Word count: 3,051
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys, however much I wish I do.
Summary: Yesung and Ryeowook are deeply in love with each other. But who says love can’t be twisted?
WARNINGS: Pure gratuitous porn. There’s abuse, violence, some (light) bondage, warped psychological issues, dubious consent. Please do not read if you are against any or all of these.
A/N: Despite my warning above, I think I could have made it more intense and more insane. I was actually stuck on this for two months before I finished this, and it was done hurriedly and really isn’t great. I blow at writing angst, and I suck at writing anything remotely abusive, and I'm terrible at dealing with blood and gore in any form, and for this reason somewhere halfway through this became somewhat fluffy, and, uh, I die in embarrassment. It is basically fail all the way around.
Also I am not sure if I will post this onmiracle______, because of the issues mentioned in it. I might in the future though, if my flist don't seem too freaked by the fail. Crossposted atsmuju_k only.
Title is taken from Depeche Mode's Tainted Love, which I happen to actually like a lot (more than the Marilyn Manson version).
chibi_roses, I hope you like this... at least a little.
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A couple of months into their relationship, Ryeowook realizes that Yesung is irrationally jealous and possessive.
When it happens the first time, Ryeowook thinks Yesung may be slightly insane, and he gets kind of scared. The second time, Ryeowook finds that maybe, just maybe, he likes it when Yesung gets jealous. The third time, Ryeowook realizes that Yesung’s possessiveness is just another way of showing how much he loves him.
Ryeowook loves Yesung, he really does. And it makes him feel good to see how much Yesung loves him too, when he looks at his naked body in front of the full length mirror in their bedroom and sees the bruises, black layered over purple layered over yellows and greens of old fading ones layered over pale skin.
Sometimes, when the bruises start fading, Ryeowook presses his own fingers into them, nails scraping across the skin and drawing fresh blood, to make them appear again, because he likes to be reminded of how it felt when Yesung was leaving those marks on him, and he likes to look at them and remember how much he is loved.
And maybe, just maybe, Ryeowook deliberately provokes Yesung sometimes, but that’s something no one needs to know. It’s enough that Ryeowook knows it, and Ryeowook does it, and when Yesung is padding towards him with that dark hazy look in his eyes that sends ripples of anticipation through him, that’s when he fully feels the love they have for each other.
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The moment they step into the bedroom and Ryeowook closes the door behind them, Yesung doesn’t hesitate. Ryeowook has barely turned the lock when Yesung grasps his shoulders roughly, spins him around, and slams him so hard into the door the sound echoes throughout their apartment and the breath is knocked completely out of him. Ryeowook looks up at Yesung, eyes wide with pain and confusion, and the next moment a loud knocking is heard on the other side of the door.
“Is everything ok? Yesung-hyung? Ryeowook?” Donghae’s voice calls from the other side of the door, and Yesung clamps a hand over Ryeowook’s mouth to prevent him saying anything.
“We’re fine, Donghae,” he calls out, his hand tightening unconsciously over the other man’s mouth as he pictures Donghae’s handsome face just outside. He sees Ryeowook flinch in pain but he doesn’t let up at all, simply gripping both of his thin wrists in his free hand and pinning them in front of him. “Ryeowook dropped something, that’s all.”
“Oh…” Donghae says, sounding unsure. “Do you guys need help?”
“No,” Yesung almost snarls; every second that Donghae stands there, his fingers dig in deeper into Ryeowook’s face and arms, the anger coursing through his veins like liquid fire. He wants to hurt Donghae so bad, to lash out at him, to make him beg and plead for mercy.
No one touches his Ryeowook unless he says so.
“Ok, Yesung-hyung. Tell me if you need anything,” Donghae’s uncertain reply comes, and Yesung hears the sound of his slippered feet walk away.
He wants to hurt Donghae so badly, but he knows he can’t, and despite the red mist of anger clogging his brain he knows in some detached part of his mind that it isn’t Donghae’s fault. Donghae is like that to everyone. Donghae touches everyone, and is excessively affectionate, and hugs and kisses and feels up every single one of them at some point or another each day.
It’s Ryeowook’s fault for encouraging it.
Ryeowook is now twisting and struggling under his hold, making small pleading noises that escape from under Yesung’s hand, and Yesung slams his body into Ryeowook’s so that he thumps against the door again.
“Shut the fuck up,” he hisses. “Not a sound, Ryeowook.”
Ryeowook stops struggling at the look in Yesung’s eyes, all fire and fury, and allows himself to go limp in the older man’s grip. Yesung lets go of him once he stops struggling. He doesn’t need to look down to see the bruises already forming on the skin of Ryeowook’s wrists. He isn’t quite finished yet, anyway. He draws back his arm and slaps Ryeowook’s face.
“That’s for letting Donghae touch you,” he tells him coldly.
He raises his hand again and slaps Ryeowook a second time. Ryeowook’s cheek is blooming red now, stark against the rest of his pale skin, but he still doesn’t move or make a sound.
“That’s for touching Donghae,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.
He slaps Ryeowook for a third time, so hard this time that Ryeowook, who has been silent all this while, lets out a sob.
“That’s for being a whore, Kim Ryeowook,” Yesung says, his face hard and cold.
Ryeowook is crying now, clear tears trickling down his beautifully delicate face, one cheek burning a flaming red. Yesung reaches out, his hands suddenly gentle as he strokes the pained skin, and wipes the tears away with his thumbs. His hands flutter downwards, running lightly across Ryeowook’s fragile throat and drifting to his collarbones, feeling the small bones underneath the tightly stretched skin.
Somehow the delicacy of the smaller man enrages Yesung even more, and he grabs the collar of Ryeowook’s shirt, all gentleness gone, pulling him away from the door and flinging him on to the bed. Before Ryeowook can react Yesung climbs swiftly on top of him and straddles him, pinning his arms on either side of his head and gripping his hips in between his thighs.
“You’re mine, Ryeowook,” Yesung says firmly. “You belong only to me.”
Ryeowook doesn’t reply, just looks up at him with those big eyes swimming in tears, and Yesung restrains the urge to hit him again.
“Don’t act so fucking innocent,” he growls, and then he’s crushing his lips against Ryeowook’s, biting at his soft lower lip hard enough to draw blood, and Ryeowook lets out a whimper as Yesung laps at the blood oozing from the bite.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?” Yesung demands against Ryeowook’s lips.
“Yes,” comes the barely audible reply.
Yesung smiles as he moves down to Ryeowook’s soft throat, nipping at it unrestrainedly, sucking at the flesh and then soothing it with his tongue when he sees the first tinge of purple appear on the creamy skin.
He tugs at Ryeowook’s tie, sliding it off when it comes loose, and then almost tears the buttons of Ryeowook’s shirt off in his haste to remove it.
“I’m the only one who can touch you like this, right?” Yesung says harshly, his hands rubbing over Ryeowook’s chest, fingers pinching the nipples hard enough for Ryeowook to arch his back and gasp in pain. When Ryeowook grasps his wrists, looking at him with pleading eyes, Yesung twists out of his grip and grabs his forearms in turn, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh, and Ryeowook winces.
“I didn’t say you could move,” Yesung snarls, grabbing the discarded tie and pulling Ryeowook’s arms above his head, tying his wrists together to a bedpost.
“Now,” Yesung says softly, looking down at the younger man, “I’m going to make you really remember just who you belong to.”
Ryeowook watches passively as Yesung pulls off his belt, followed by his pants and boxers, then divests himself of his own clothing. Yesung stares at him for a while, eyes gliding from Ryeowook’s flushed, tear-stained face, down to his slim hips and crotch, and over his thighs, and Ryeowook can hear his breathing get heavier.
“Hyung, I didn’t - “ Ryeowook ventures, but suddenly Yesung is there, on top of him, his face so close to his that Ryeowook’s words catch in his throat.
“Don’t fucking tell me what you did or didn’t do, I know what I saw,” Yesung hisses, before crushing his lips down on Ryeowook’s.
It’s painful and bruising, and Yesung bites down on him again at the exact spot that was bleeding earlier and he chokes back a cry of pain, but Yesung’s tongue is in his mouth and he can’t help but curl his own tongue around it, hearing Yesung’s ragged gasp at the contact, and before he knows it he’s kissing back just as hard, just as brutally, and he’s growing harder against Yesung by the minute.
Yesung pulls away abruptly, breaking the strand of saliva that comes away with him, and he looks down at Ryeowook’s naked body and smirks.
“Why, I never thought you would be such a slut, Ryeowookie,” he says smilingly, but the smile doesn’t touch his eyes at all, and a shiver runs down Ryeowook’s spine at the look in his lover’s eyes.
“Jongwoon, I swear it was just - “ and Ryeowook cuts off with a choked cry as Yesung’s hand finds his cock and grips it hard, and the pain shoots through Ryeowook.
“I told you, I don’t want to hear your excuses. And I don’t even want to hear anything coming out of you. Understand? Not… one… sound.” As Yesung speaks his hand twists on Ryeowook even harder, and Ryeowook almost screams but he doesn’t. He won’t make a sound if Yesung tells him not to, and Yesung knows it.
“Good boy,” Yesung breathes, and he leans forward to capture Ryeowook’s lips in a harsh kiss again before moving to his neck and collarbones and shoulders, leaving angry purple marks everywhere he goes, marking Ryeowook clearly as his.
“You’re mine, mine, mine…” Yesung mumbles against Ryeowook with every bite he leaves on the pale skin, and Ryeowook wishes he could tell Yesung I’m all yours, I love you, but he’s not allowed to talk so all he does is arch his back and push himself more towards Yesung no matter how much it hurts.
When Yesung finally takes him in his mouth, teeth scraping along his length none too gently, Ryeowook lets out a whimper and then bites down on his own tongue to keep the sound from coming out, but too late; Yesung has heard it and without warning a hand lands sharply on his buttocks and Ryeowook can almost feel the skin there turn red with the pain.
“Didn’t I say no sound?” Yesung growls around his hardness and Ryeowook shudders at the vibrations, but makes sure he makes no noise.
Yesung runs a hand over the flesh he hit, stroking it lovingly and carefully, and the stinging heat has almost dissipated when Yesung spanks him again and Ryeowook jerks upwards, biting his tongue so hard he’s sure he can taste blood.
Yesung pulls away from him and he almost screams with the need for his mouth back on him but then Yesung lifts his legs and throws them over his shoulders, and Ryeowook grits his teeth because he knows what’s going to come next. The next moment Yesung’s fingers have worked their way into Ryeowook, stretching mercilessly, and even as Ryeowook tears up at the intrusion he automatically grinds back against those fingers, and Yesung laughs.
“Fuck, you’re such a slut,” he says breathlessly, fingers working in deeper. “I didn’t even bother lubing up my fingers and here you are taking it… I bet you didn’t even need me to prepare you, did you?”
Ryeowook squeezes his eyes close and bites the inside of his cheeks as he feels Yesung’s fingertips graze that spot inside of him, and he pushes himself harder against the other man, which only makes Yesung laugh harder.
“And you like it. Fuck me, but you love it. It isn’t surprising, is it, you’re probably used to this by now, you probably do it so often behind my back you don’t need prep anymore. “
Ryeowook shakes his head as his hips roll automatically, bringing Yesung’s fingers deeper into him. I love you, Jongwoon, it’s only for you, he thinks, but of course he can’t say it.
“What do you do to get this way, Ryeowookie? Do you let Donghae fuck you backstage before performances? Or do you let Sungmin bend you over a table and fuck you too? Or Henry? You probably ride Henry like the desperate slut you are. Maybe it’s Siwon, you probably like him to do it to you hard and fast, right?”
Ryeowook shakes his head from side to side, almost exploding as Yesung’s fingers flick constantly against his prostate, but inside his mind he’s screaming No, Jongwoon, no, it’s all you, only you.
“You’re mine, Ryeowook,” Yesung says as he pulls his fingers out, and Ryeowook opens his eyes and stares back at him, trying to pour all the emotion he feels into his eyes. I love you, Jongwoon, and I belong to you, no one else.
Yesung looks down at Ryeowook’s wide brown eyes and his gaze darkens before he pushes himself into Ryeowook in one stroke, gripping on to the slim hips tight enough to bruise, and Ryeowook arches his back in a silent scream but Yesung doesn’t give him any time to adjust before moving relentlessly in and out of him, and the pain of being stretched so mercilessly is tearing through Ryeowook so hard that he has to turn his head and sink his teeth into his upper arm, stretched next to his head and above him, and Yesung only laughs again.
“I love you, Ryeowook, I love you so much,” Yesung says through the laughter in a strangely shaky voice, and when Ryeowook can bring himself to open his eyes again he sees Yesung with tears running down his face, and the sight breaks his heart. I love you too, I love you, he thinks, even as Yesung pounds into him and he literally feels himself being ripped apart and his thighs are getting numb from being held in the older man’s vice-like grip. But then Yesung turns his head and begins kissing the inside of his thighs, sweet slow kisses.
“Why do you do this to me, Ryeowook? You drive me crazy…” Yesung cries into his skin, and Ryeowook pulls at the tie restraining him because all he wants to do now is fling his arms around Jongwoon and tell him he loves him, but his wrists are already chafed raw from all his wriggling and struggling earlier, and as Yesung slams in and out of him his wrists rub against the his restraints even more but by now Ryeowook finds he doesn’t really care anymore. His entire body is one twanging bow of pain stretched tightly, but pleasure is ghosting along his synapses and nerves and he doesn’t know exactly which parts hurt and which parts feel good.
The sensations are overwhelming his small body, all the pain, all the pleasure, when Yesung abruptly pulls out of him completely and throws him back down to the bed. He crawls over him by now and positions himself just above Ryeowook’s hardness, his eyes hard and glittering, and Ryeowook hardly has time to breathe when Yesung sits down on him, taking him slowly inch by inch, and obviously he hasn’t prepared himself either and Ryeowook’s eyes fly wide open in panic as he tries to wriggle backwards and away from Yesung because he doesn’t want to hurt him, but Yesung slaps him across the face again.
“Don’t move,” he orders, and Ryeowook stops immediately.
There’s a moment of utter stillness when he’s finally all the way in, and there’s only the sounds of their mingled heavy breathing. Yesung is deliciously tight, and he feels so hot Ryeowook thinks he’s burning up, but then Yesung rises up slowly on his knees and Ryeowook has to bite himself to keep from screaming out because shit, the feel of Yesung around him is making him want to come right now, even as the burn of the friction is making him clench his fists so tightly his fingernails cut into his palms.
“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” Yesung gasps above him, looking at his face. He always knows exactly what goes on in Ryeowook’s head.
Ryeowook only nods and Yesung shuts his eyes and leans back slightly, placing his palms on Ryeowook’s thighs as he begins rocking back and forth, moving up and down, and Ryeowook desperately focuses his mind on the pain of his nails in his palms, the pain of Yesung’s grip on his thighs. Anything to take his mind off the feeling of tight, rough heat around his cock as Yesung fucks himself on him, but the pain only serves to concentrate the sensations of pleasure, every nerve in his body burning and all his senses heightened, and Ryeowook doesn’t know how long more he can hold out, he needs to come now -
And then Yesung reaches over and pulls at the tie restraining him, the knot coming loose surprisingly smoothly, and Ryeowook flings his aching arms around Yesung and comes as he drags his nails down Yesung’s back, leaving crisscrossed trails of red, biting down on Yesung’s shoulder to stop himself making any noise, as he hears Yesung’s own ragged gasp above him and feels hot sticky fluid splash on to his abdomen.
Afterwards, Yesung apologises. He’s almost crying as he brings Ryeowook’s torn wrists to his lips and kisses the marks on them, saying how sorry he is and how he never meant to hurt Ryeowook and how he will never do it again, he promises.
Ryeowook just smiles and curls up into Yesung’s arms, listening as the other man drifts off to sleep mumbling I love you, you belong to me into his hair. It's a soothing lullaby he can’t live without anymore.
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The next week, Ryeowook hugs Sungmin from behind and runs his hands across Sungmin’s stomach, laughing and talking and holding him for an inappropriately long period of time, and he makes sure Yesung sees it.
The week after that, Siwon pats his butt, and Ryeowook laughs delightedly at the pat, but even more at the look that flashes in Yesung’s eyes as he sees it.
Each time, Yesung always says he’s sorry, that he will never do it again, but Ryeowook knows better - he will always keep on doing it, and as he looks down at his body, mottled with the marks of bites and bruises and cuts, he smiles in satisfaction, drumming fingers none too gently over them, reminding himself of the pain and the pleasure.
And of course, the love.